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"The sun’s last rays filtered through the wooden shutters, casting trembling shadows across Himiko’s cluttered workshop. Shelves groaned under glass vials, dried herbs, and crumbling books. At the heart of the chaos stood Himiko, her hands steady despite the turmoil in her mind. She crushed a pinch of wolfsbane, murmuring words from a forgotten language.
The pestle paused as a name flickered in her thoughts, sharp and precious. She reached for it, but it vanished like smoke. Shaking her head, she turned back to her task. From the corner of her workspace, faint echoes of children’s laughter stirred. Her gaze fell on small carvings of animals, worn from years of handling. She brushed her fingers over a fox figurine, memories tugging at her resolve, before returning to the potion simmering in its flask.
The liquid shimmered gold, faintly pulsing as if alive. Her breath quickened, but she couldn’t hesitate now. Every motion was deliberate, the weight of centuries pressing on her shoulders. The potion was ready. Himiko lifted the flask, her hands trembling as she drank.
The world twisted, her workshop dissolving into shards of light and shadow. She spiraled through a void, the ground vanishing beneath her feet. When her vision cleared, she stood in a desolate wasteland. The air was thick with ash, the ground cracked and barren. Above, the sky churned with dark clouds, and a low rumble shook the earth.
Himiko’s gaze snapped upward. A grotesque dragon soared, its decayed scales glowing with unnatural green light. Its wings, tattered like parchment, beat against the air, sending tremors through the ground. The dragon descended, its presence suffocating. Himiko braced herself as it landed, throwing her to the ground.
She waited for the strike, but none came.
Silence fell. Himiko opened her eyes to find the wasteland replaced by a vibrant landscape. Flowers bloomed, and birdsong filled the air. Relief and confusion warred within her as a shadow passed overhead. Another dragon descended, radiant and majestic. Its iridescent scales shimmered, and its vast wings moved with grace. It landed, the ground trembling in reverence.
The dragon’s luminous eyes locked onto hers, and her mind opened, pierced by its gaze. Words flowed unspoken. “You are not from here.”
Himiko stood frozen, unable to respond. “This connection… How is it possible? Your kind was thought lost to time.”
Its thoughts brushed against hers, vast and searching. “How fragile the threads of existence are,” it murmured. “To think they would entwine so unnaturally.”
The dragon’s gaze softened. “There is salvation for you, child. Beneath the shadow of the All Mother lies your path. But beware—the journey will test you beyond what you know, and what you uncover may demand more than you are prepared to give.”
Light faded as the dragon’s voice echoed. “Good luck, child of the forgotten.”
With a jolt, Himiko was back in her workshop. The flask lay empty beside her, still warm. Her gaze turned to an old map on the wall, her eyes settling on a distant mark. It was the place where everything began. Her fingers brushed the carvings of her children one last time. Whatever the All Mother was, she had no choice but to find out."
